mr. mouse

we went for our first bike ride of the year yesterday.  had to stop in the salvation army to see what we could see.   mr. mouse and i became friends immediately and he rode home in my bicycle basket.  do you think he could be related to mr. fox?  oh!  i hope he's not in cahoots with rat.  (although, he might not have been pure evil, as he was just doing his 'job').

kind of looks like he's punching himself in the face, no?

 

but of course he must be holding something.  this guitar seems about right.

 

nobody wants to sing with a tone-deaf tiger.